Find Her Alive (Detective Josie Quinn #8) - Lisa Regan Page 0,20

wasn’t married or even dating anyone, to Josie’s knowledge. She didn’t have any friends.

Or did she?

In the two weeks that Trinity had stayed with Josie and Noah, Josie couldn’t remember her speaking to anyone besides their parents, her assistant, and her other coworkers. Josie had never heard her talk about any friends. Trinity had colleagues, contacts and sources, but not friends. When Josie visited her in New York, they were never joined by anyone else for meals or outings. Josie had always just assumed that Trinity wanted time alone, but maybe it was because there was no one else she could invite. When Trinity visited Josie, they were often joined by Detective Gretchen Palmer, Mettner, Josie’s friend Misty, and Josie’s grandmother, Lisette. Even without Trinity staying with them, Josie and Noah’s house was busy and often filled with family, coworkers, and friends.

Who did Trinity talk to besides Josie and Shannon?

A small stab of guilt pierced Josie’s heart. She should know this. Trinity was her twin sister. Sure, they’d only been reunited three years ago, but still, if Josie was the person closest to Trinity, she should know the people Trinity held the closest. Trinity’s words came back to her like little daggers. Was it true that they were never meant to be sisters?

“Boss?” Mettner said.

Josie looked up from her now-darkened phone screen to see Mettner looking at her quizzically. From his desk, Noah stared at her as well, hands frozen over his keyboard.

“What?”

“You okay?” Mettner asked.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”

“Mett was just talking to you,” Noah said. “You were in a trance.”

Josie glanced back and forth between them before addressing Mettner again. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Trinity’s assistant texted us the name and number of her dentist. Noah’s working on a warrant for her records right now.” As if on cue, Noah’s fingers lowered to the keyboard and started clicking away.

“That’s great,” Josie choked out.

“Jaime—that’s the assistant’s name—also says she only sent one box, but she doesn’t remember what was in it. She thinks it was some old stuff from a reporter who used to work at the network.”

“Did she know the name of the reporter?’” Josie asked.

“She’ll look through her email for the name. She’s going to check with a few other people at the network to see if Trinity had any contact with them in the last few weeks, and she’ll be here in a few hours.”

“Great. I think. That will blow the lid off this case, though. You know they’re going to do a story on it.”

“We’ll deal with that later,” Mettner said. “It’s not the worst thing for the public to know Trinity is missing. It could generate leads. For now, we’ve got our own work to do.”

He sounded just like her. Josie couldn’t help but smile. “Got it,” she said.

“Was your sister dating anyone?” Mettner asked.

“No. Not that I know of.”

“Did she break up with anyone recently?”

“No,” Josie said. “I don’t think so. She always said she didn’t have time to date. Her career came first.”

Now that Josie thought about it, in all the years she had known Trinity, she’d never heard her talk about dating anyone at all, even casually.

Noah, finished typing up his warrant, stood up from his desk and stretched his arms overhead. Across the room, the ancient ink jet printer whirred to life. Noah retrieved the pages and returned to his desk. He gave Josie an appraising look. “I’ve got to get this signed by a judge, but first I’ll go downstairs and get you some coffee,” he said.

“Thanks,” Josie said.

After Noah left, Mettner went on asking questions, and Josie tried to answer as best she could. However, her lack of knowledge about her own sister was painfully glaring. She was relieved that Mettner kept his eyes on his phone as he tapped away, using his favorite note-taking app to record her answers and any notes of his own for follow-up later.

A hand squeezed her shoulder and Josie looked up to see Detective Gretchen Palmer, her face fixed in a grim look of sympathy. “Fraley just brought me up to speed,” she said.

Josie nodded, loving Gretchen for saying nothing more than that. There was nothing she could say to reassure Josie that they would locate Trinity safe and unharmed. There was only the work, the investigation, and Josie knew that Gretchen would throw her whole self into that, as would Mettner. Gretchen had come to the department four years earlier, hired by Josie when Josie was interim Chief of Police. Before joining